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Poker EyesA weekend playing poker online, And I go to bed with Disposable 9-2s off suit, Useful pairs of queens, And ace highs Floating before my eyes. Next day, in the so called"Real world", my perception is tainted. I need to buy a printer, But is the sales assistant bluffing When he says I should Get the one he shows me? I finally go all in, And get a printer/copier/scanner all-in-one. I'm not proud, but carring My big box home, I stop Before a bus stop to Let someone pass, in his hand a shoebox. I'm effectively the chip leader now, And with my superior box size, He is bullied into submission. In spite of me checking first, He stands there and has to let me pass. I meet his glance, we both smile. |
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